Chapter 18. Might Need Stitches

Wren POV

That word is enough to put our masks back on, shoving the last five minutes to the back of our brains.

“Birdie, you know I’m not myself, not with losing so much blood,” Ezra says, tugging on a fresh shirt. “I’m still not attracted to you.”

My smile is tight, his words cutting me regardless. “Likewise. Mine is definitely the adrenaline. I’ll go see my brother now.”

I walk past him. He doesn’t look at me, or say anything. Not when I walk past him, and definitely not when I walk out of the room.

Ray stands at the bottom of the stairs, hands on his hips.

“Ray,” I call. My voice is soft, shaky.

He turns immediately, and rushes up the stairs in a minute.

“Chirp!” He pulls me into his chest, his heart pounding hard against my ears. He holds me away, inspecting me. “Are you hurt? Is that blood?”

His finger wipes at something on my neck, and I remember Ezra’s hands there a few minutes ago.

“It’s not mine,”